Seventh Hundred and Eighty-Ninth Chapter: Paper-Making in Another World

"Here, take this." Ma Feifei handed the Epic-grade book to Wang Han. Wang Han hurriedly held it in both hands, then ran his fingers over its black cover. Excitement mingled with a hint of regret as he said, "If only the paper used to write the book had been better. It might have been possible to raise it to Legendary-grade quality."

Good grief! The old man had developed an occupational illness. He kept blurting out things like that.

Ma Feifei couldn't be bothered to discuss it with Wang Han. After all, the books were produced by the Mysterious Bookstore, and the paper they used had been given to him for free by the system. Since it had cost him nothing, he couldn't exactly demand more, could he?

"When can you get started?" Ma Feifei hoped to get the paper-making sorted out as soon as possible, so he could take the new paper back and upgrade the paper used in the Mysterious Bookstore.

Wang Han calmed himself, slipped the Epic-grade book into the space ring on his hand, and cupped his fists. "I can start today."

Wang Han didn't mention his earlier vow again. Naturally, Ma Feifei had no intention of teasing him about it. Since Wang Han was willing to help make paper, the other matters weren't so important.

"Please follow me." Wang Han led Ma Feifei and Li Chenzhou into his home. It wasn't large; it had only three rooms. The one in the middle was where he usually slept, and the room on the left was the kitchen. The one Wang Han took Ma Feifei to was, of course, on the right.

As soon as they approached the room, Ma Feifei caught a scent like red sandalwood, along with a faint, refreshing woody fragrance that made him feel